Etsy

So I started an Etsy shop. I need some better examples of the Chalkboard signs. But, to be honest, I can mimick just about any font or design. So I can fully customize any sign for any person!

Etsy Shop for ParkRoadApt11

Products..All fully customizable

When it rains it pours...

“When it rains it pours. Maybe the art of life is to convert tough times to great experiences: we can choose to hate the rain or dance in it.”

Where to even begin? So, the day started off fine. I decided to go get a couple more wax melts from Auntie Di's at a store called Karma in Sanford. The rain had just cleared up and it was nice an sunny! Hooray! We arrived to a big mess of hangars on the floor. As I was browsing the store, I was chatting with the owner  who is also the maker of the candles and waxes I was looking at! After a few minutes of talking, she looks at me and the girls and says, "You must have a lot of clothes for those two." "Indeed I do!" "Well, do you want a bunch of free hangars?" Needless to say, I walked away with about 1-200 hangars and some smell goods! Very nice :) As a "Thank You", Rebecca threw up all over the store floor. Lovely.

After that, it was time for the dreaded grocery shopping at Wal Mart. The day before a holiday, not really the best day to go there. Of course, Adrianna was fast asleep as we arrived. Anyway, after strolling through each isle as I try to remember what was on my list (because, as usual, I didn't bring my list with me), we finally check out and head back to the car. It turns out it was raining, but, not too hard. I decided not to wait it out, I was ready to get home and be D-O-N-E. Turns out, God was watching me and thought he might play a fun little joke on me. Shortly before I reached the car it began to POUR! Not just rain, POUR! Almost simultaneously, my right shoe (flip flop type, where it also wraps around the ankle) slips. I try to get it back on my foot while (now) running to the car when I realize that it didn't just slip off, the piece that goes in between my toes ripped. And now my shoe was no longer covering the bottom of my foot, but spinning around my ankle and flapping in the wind. One shoe on, and one shoe off, I hurried the best I could to shove the the kiddos into the car so they wouldn't get even more wet. 

I finally got all the groceries into the car when I go to strap the babies in (I had skipped that part initially) and I see Adrianna in the driver's seat pretending to steer the wheel and laughing and giggling. How can I even be upset at this point? I had also noticed, in my frenzy, an old women sitting in the car parked across from me, watching everything happen. I smiled and laughed and waved hello to her. She seemed pleased that I was still in a good mood.

Babies strapped in tightly, I headed for home. The good news, I suppose, is that when I pulled into the gate for our neighbourhood (about 5 min from Wal Mart) it was beautifully sunny outside. I pulled into the garage and thought to myself, "Well, I'm glad I have a garage I can pull into so I can unload these groceries, protected from in-climate weather...not that it matters anymore." 

I unload the groceries which left a huge puddle on my kitchen floor. But I managed to get both girls down for a nap and now I am staring at the dog in her crate. I know she is just itching to go outside. Not to potty. But to shove her paws and underbelly into some bright red muddy clay, and then rub her face in..well, ya know...

When it rains it pours...

Arriving at Wal Mart

Arriving at Wal Mart

Leaving Wal Mart

UPDATE ON TODAY: Poppy peed on the floor. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME...she is banned to outdoor confinement until further notice. BAD DOG.

Dogs like poop

They produce it. They sniff it. They probably eat it. And they roll in it... And what does that make me?? An incredibly pissed off momma...Poppy already drives me madly insane where the temper that I have controlled most of my adult life easily rears its ugly head. And, trust me, nobody wants to see momma pissed off.

So why do these mangey mutts insist on being the grosses and the cutest things in the world? Well, here is what I found...

1. Dogs don't like to smell nice and clean like we like them to.

2. An interesting theory, that is both sweet and utterly disgusting: wild dogs may have rolled around in smelly things to “tell” their pack mates where they’ve been and what they’ve encountered in their adventures. It’s his way of saying, “Hey, smell where I’ve been!”

So..what in the H*LL can we do about this wretched behaviour? (Ps. my computer auto corrects lots of words because it thinks I'm in England. That's where some weird spellings are coming from)

1. Remember that this is a natural behaviour (Don't pick your dog up by the scruff of its neck and toss it into the bathtub like a dirty toy)

2. Don't punish this behaviour (...seriously?)

3. Associate this behaviour with a bad experience (isn't that kind of like punishing). Apparently there are citronella collars that give of a spray by remote control. Interesting. Looks like the range anywhere between $35-100.

Basically, I am screwed because I have no fence and I am surrounded on two sides by un-improved, forested lots...awesome. Sometimes I just think Poppy really enjoys taking a bath everyday.

Spiders

My husband when he sees a spider (start at 00:26 seconds)! I love him.

Things that smell

So, yet again, Adrianna peed through her diaper. What does this mean? Her room now smells of urine, her bedding was soaked, and her PJs were soaked down the side of one leg and up one arm(?). Not sure how that happened. Anyway, yet again, Rebecca had a poop this morning and her room smelled of that. And, yet again, Poppy was afraid to go potty in the rain, so she decided to disappear for a few minutes pretending to go to the bathroom but, instead, she waited until she was inside to pee right outside of her crate, all over the carpet...My nose was going crazy...I cleaned up the baby pee, I cleaned up the baby poop, and I cleaned up the dog pee (in addition to dressing and feeding all three...minus the dog. I didn't dress her!)

Then, I continued to light candles around the house. And, by candles, I mean lighting those little wax melting things. I don't remember what they are called. I quickly realised that only ONE of them actually smelled any good. That just happened to be the one that I HADN'T bought from Wal Mart (I have a love hate relationship with Wal Mart).

So, that brings me to my conclusion. This is all a big advertisement for "Auntie Di's De-lites". Candice and I went to her store in downtown Sanford and her candles smell AMAZING! They last forever and they are incredibly accurate, too. She even had one called Froot-Loops...And let me tell you, if you closed your eyes, you'd think you had your whole face shoved in a box of cereal...

Anyway, check out her Etsy site.

Let's try again...

Does blogging count as social media? D*mnit. I'm supposed to be working on removing myself self from social media while finding a way to share events and photos of our life. Who am I kidding? To share enents and photos of the babies. Nobody cares about John and I, and rightfully so. They are much much cuter.

I have always known that writing was a great outlet for me. So, maybe I can actually follow through this time. Maybe I'll post photos, talk about my day, do product reviews, do bible studies, or talk about why I am drinking two glasses of wine instead of just one. 

A lot of exciting things coming up! So there should be a lot to write about. 

Photos from today...

Adrianna and her best friend, Lillian

Sleepy baby

Beginning of an art project. Piece 1 of 5 (Inspired by Trafalgar Square)

Piece 2 of 5 (Inspired by Trafalgar Square)